Tuesday, October 12, 2010

tuesday

A real autumn sky
Insulted day after day
We make our own mess

1.

Mom touchs forehead.
Weak tea is ready, car ride.
Stretch out whole body.

2.

Banana tastes best.
After hour exercise.
Homemade bread, toasted.

3.

Hours go by, bye.
Almost cry, what else to do
An endless job search.

4.

Up field for horses.
Walk, weenie, weenie, nah nah.
At the end their.

5.

Edge of the mountain.
Forest all yellow, full, damp.
Vole turns over leaf.

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